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Post by RACHEL HARPER on Sept 18, 2013 10:52:01 GMT -5
Rachel Harper was confused. She'd been at her parent's hotel yesterday, and now here..whenever it was now. How? Just...how? Was she missing something from her memory of the last twenty-four or some odd hours. The teen shook her head, icy eyes glowing faintly in the dark like a cat's would to let in more light. She was thankful for not being in complete and total darkness. Contrary to one would believe should they be aware of her Night Vision, she doesn't like the dark. Well, complete pitch black that is. And yet some people wonder why she prefers to be awake in the evening and early morning hours of the day rather than actual night time.
If that was all there was to the sewers, Rae would have been perfectly fine. But there was also the stench of the sewage and walls of said sewer that the female archer prayed would dull. If not fade completely. Rachel looked around, trying to figure out where she was while keeping up her calm, cool facade even though she was, perhaps, completely alone. She wasn't sure what lurked through the sewers, or would have the shear stupidity to do so. Unless they to were in a situation like her where they were here against their, ah, will. Or would that apply if they didn't remember?
Sighing, the teen shook her head. She was over analyzing things again. Looking around, she could spot a few sewer rats and other such creatures like spiders and roaches. The squeaks, occasional falling water droplets, and the lazy churning of the incredibly gross water next to her were all she could hear for the most part aside from her own breathing. As for what she could see, the sewer didn't look too much different than the ones you'd typically see in survival, zombie video games except there were no zombies. As for scent, all she could smell was the overpowering God awful reek of waste-water.
She didn't think she was in much danger. Aside from not knowing how she got here, there was nothing to indicate she'd been taken. At least not by force. Maybe she'd come here on her own? but then that would mean that something else was the cause of her apparent amnesia.
Both ways held the same amount of light, so there was no exit nearby. Okay, pick a direction at random then. Pulling an eeny-meeny-miny-moe, she ended up picking the path to her right. Predictable, seeing as she was predominately right handed, or right sided in general. Better head out and find somewhere to escape this place before she got lost and became paranoid.
But of course that won't happen. I am finding my way out. Despite thinking positively, the teen was growing increasingly worried, if not frustrated. The only way you could really see this though was the occasional twitch of her left hand, and the silent moving of lips as she started singing in her head in an attempt to keep herself calm and focused.
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